The sun came up with no conclusions.
Flowers sleeping in their beds.
The city cemetery's humming.
I'm wide awake, it's morning.

I have my drugs, I have my woman.
They keep away my loneliness.
My parents, they have their religion,
But sleep in seperate houses.

I read the body count out of the paper,
And now it's written all over my face.
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter.
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place.

So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing.
Every day I'm on the clock.
My mind races with all my longings,
But can't keep up with what I got.

So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful.
Well, history gave modern man,
A telephone to talk to strangers,
Machine guns, and a camera lens.

So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing,
It's best to join the side that's gonna win.
And no one's sure how all of this got started,
But we're gonna make 'em god damn certain how it's gonna end.
Oh yeah, we will. Oh yeah, we will.

Well I could have been a famous singer,
If I had someone else's voice,
But failure's always sounded better.
Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise!

The sun came up with no conclusions.
Flowers sleeping in their beds.
The city cemetery's humming.
I'm wide awake, it's morning.